Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he dresses like a well dressed Fortune-teller does. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Fortune-teller work with an outfit from a few towns over. Fortune-teller work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Fortune-teller for the past few years.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 190 gp. Brown-green garnet (160 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a red deerstalker hat and red clothes, marred by beers. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he's in love

Ideals: Gifted, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Religious. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull grey iron scale mail. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Travok has worked very hard to control his curse. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: Rose (50 gp).

Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She has the majority of her body covered in plate. Her chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her eyes are likewise silver. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. She is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'6" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a yellow coat. Her moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. She has a dull look in her gray eyes.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Theirastra abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and many giants want her driven away

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Secretive. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 300 gp.